Saturday, April 26, 2025

AN UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE (DUSTIN RHYS) Chapter 2611 To 2620

 


Chapter 2611

"Warrick's blade technique is terrifying," Mulder mumbled. "This should be the finishing blow, right?" Watching from a distance, he was awestruck by the dazzling blade aura. Only now did he truly grasp the sheer gulf between Warrick and Dustin.

Warrick's strike descended with such overwhelming force that it seemed to split the earth and obliterate everything in its path. Even from 300 feet away, the pressure rolling off it sent a chill down Mulder's spine.

Under Mulder's stunned gaze, Warrick brought his full weight down, with blade and body merging into a single force that swallowed Dustin whole.

The instant they clashed, an incandescent explosion of light erupted. It was so blinding that Mulder couldn't even open his eyes.

A split second later, a deafening blast erupted, and a shockwave shot outward like a tidal surge. The force flattened the waves and overturned several fishing boats docked at the pier.

Even Mulder, more than 300 feet away, was caught in the blast and tumbled across the ground in a disheveled heap.

Gasping for breath, he scrambled to his feet. But instead of checking his injuries, his eyes snapped toward the battlefield ahead-only to freeze in place as if struck by lightning.

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Under the moonlight, Warrick stood motionless with his towering frcasting an oppressive shadow. Both hands still gripped his blade, held midair in a deadly downward slash. Yet, the razor-sharp edge had stopped just three inches above Dustin's head.

It wasn't that Warrick was soft-hearted or unable to deliver the killing blow-it was that Dustin simply couldn't be defeated.

Dustin had effortlessly caught the blade Warrick had swung down with all his strength with one hand. Just like that, he had neutralized what should've been the deadliest blow.

Throughout the entire exchange, Dustin hadn't moved an inch. His calm, relaxed stance made it seem like he was just catching a falling leaf.

"How... how is this possible?" Mulder's eyes widened in disbelief. He had witnessed Warrick's strike firsthand. It was a blow so devastating that no one beneath an ultimate grandmaster could withstand it.

From his perspective, Dustin had been cornered with nowhere to retreat and forced into a defensive stance. Against such a mighty blow from Warrick, there were only two possible outcomes-death or crippling defeat.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that this strike could end the fight.

But to Mulder's utter disbelief, Dustin wasn't just alive he had easily stopped the attack. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he'd never have believed that a young man barely in his 20s could possess such terrifying strength.

Could it be... that he was already an ultimate grandmaster? That thought sent a chill down Mulder's spine. A 20-something ultimate grandmaster and related to West Lucozia...

Suddenly, one ncto mind-Logan Rhys.

A year ago, two major events occurred. The castle crushed a rebellion and eradicated the remnants of the Dragon Guard.

Many believed Rufus was the mastermind behind both victories, but only insiders knew it was all thanks to the crown prince.

Logan had helped the castle crush the rebellion. He also ambushed and killed the ultimate grandmaster Reagen, eliminating one of West Lucozia's greatest threats.

And then, he vanished without a trace, as if he had never existed.

Mulder didn't want to believe it. But after witnessing the battle, he couldn't help but make the connection between Logan and the man before him.

In all of West Lucozia, he couldn't think of anyone who could pull off such a feat. Who else had unmatched talent similar to the legendary Prince Logan? At that moment, Mulder wasn't the only one trembling with fear.

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Warrick, the one in the thick of the battle, was even more horrified.

ON O m Sweat poured down his face as he stared at Dustin, who was half a head shorter than him. His expression was filled with disbelief.

His grip on the blade trembled involuntarily, for he had already guessed Dustin's identity. If Warrick wasn't mistaken, the man before him was Logan Rhys the prodigious prince of West Lucozia and the unrivaled talent who defied all reason. No wonder... No wonder Dustin seemed familiar. No wonder unease had gnawed at Warrick all this time. The signs had been there all along.

"Y-You're Logan Rhys?" he stammered.

Warrick's voice cout hoarse, and his eyes were filled with horror and dread.

Besides Dustin's identity, what truly terrified Warrick was the sheer, m nightmarish level of strength the e other party had just displayed. With nothing but his bare hand, Dustin easily caught the blade Warrick had swung down with all his strength. It was downright terrifying.

If Warrick wasn't mistaken, Dustin was already an ultimate grandmaster. There was no other way he could have done something like this.

An ultimate grandmaster in his 20s... He was a beast!

 

Chapter 2612 

"Oh? You guessed it?" Dustin smirked. " Now that you know who I am, it's up to you to decide what to do." If Warrick chose to surrender, Dustin would simply seal his pressure points and leave him to Austin's judgment. But if he resisted, Dustin wouldn't hesitate to cripple him.

"Haven't you given up your title as the prince? Why did you return? Are you going to compete with Austin for the throne?" Warrick asked.

Uncertainty flickered across his face before he continued, "If that's your intention, I can help you. Sparetoday, and I guarantee you'll becthe next Prince of West Lucozia." Power was a tempting beast. History was filled with stories of brothers turning against each other and fathers murdering their sons for it.

In Warrick's mind, Logan's quiet return to West Lucozia meant one thing-he was after the throne.

"Guarantee?" Dustin scoffed. "What guarantee are you offering?" His voice was dripping with disdain. "You're a cornered rat now. You're barely holding on to your life-how could you help me?" Warrick, far from being offended, felt a surge of excitement. From Dustin's tone, it was clear he was considering the possibility of taking the throne. If so, things would be much easier to manage.

"Your Highness, I may be at a low point now, but I've spent years building my foothold in West Lucozia. My influence runs deep," he replied.

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He added with absolute conviction. "Givea chance, and I'll cback stronger.

When that happens, I won't just stand by your side I'll be the blade that cuts down your enemies." "Cback stronger? Do you really think you have what it takes? And why should I trust you?" Dustin narrowed his eyes.

"Your Highness, I've been through countless battles. When I give an order, the soldiers follow without question. I also have many disciples. When the tcomes, they will be your strongest supporters arid help you rise to the top," Warrick persisted.

He wasn't lying. Although he wasn't respected in the government, his authority was unquestioned in the military. With the right moves, he could easily sway selite troops.

Dustin smiled. "This is getting interesting. 11 "So, does that mean you agree?" Warrick's heart raced in excitement.

Confronted by an ultimate grandnfaster, he had no confidence in being able to defeat Dustin. But if Warrick could sway him with words, who knew-maybe it would work.

If successful, he wouldn't have to flee to Artea. He could becDustin's most trusted aide and enjoy years of glory.

"Agree? What exactly would I be agreeing to?" Dustin looked indifferent.

Warrick was taken aback. “Aren't you interested in reclaiming your throne and becoming the ruler everyone bows to?" "Not at all." Dustin shook his head solemnly. He was trying to avoid the throne at all costs, so why would he willingly assthat responsibility? "You..." Warrick was stunned.

He still believed Dustin was simply stubborn and unwilling to admit what he wanted.

After all, what man didn't dream of power and ambition? Who wouldn't want to be the one everyone bowed to? "I know you have doubts, but you can trust me. After all, Austin and I are already enemies. In other words, we're in the sboat now," Warrick insisted.

"Who's on the sboat as you?" Dustin gave him a look as if he were talking to a fool. "I was just messing with you. You didn't actually believe that, did you?" "What?" Warrick's face twisted in disbelief. "You... you're messing with me?" He had thought that Dustin was finally taking him seriously, but it turned out he was just being ridiculed.

"What's wrong with that? Is there a problem?" Dustin replied casually.

"You... That's it. I'm done with you!"

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Warrick's fury boiled over. With a 'sharp twist of his blade, he knocked Dustin's hand aside and drove the' weapon straight toward his chest. The strike was lightning-fast, which was charged with the energy he had built up. Though he had spent the ttrying to convince Dustin, he had never let his guard down. The ambush had always been his backup plan.

Warrick would kill Dustin on the spot if words failed, and now was the perfect moment.

Dustin chuckled softly. He didn't even try to dodge and simply stood there as the blade drove straight into his chest.

A sharp metallic clang rang out. Warrick's blade hit something like a steel plate and failed to penetrate even an inch.

A keen observer might have noticed the faint shimmer coating Dustin's skin-a thin nearly invisible layer of true energy. It was powerful, like an impenetrable suit of armor. "I gave you the chance to surrender, but you didn't value it," Dustin said. "Now, don't say I didn't warn you." He slowly raised his index finger. Under Warrick's astonished gaze, Dustin lightly tapped his chest.

The light touch unleashed a deafening explosion.

Warrick's body was sent flying like he'd been hit by a speeding train and flew dozens of yards away. Blood spewed from his mouth before he crashed to the ground.

His once impenetrable protection armor energy, strong enough to m deflect blades and bullets, had crumpled like paper under that single touch. It shattered without any resistance. Mulder, watching from a distance, could only stare in horror.


Chapter 2613

Mulder knew Warrick had been on the battlefield for years, and his physical strength was unmatched. On top of that, he was already halfway to becoming an ultimate grandmaster.

Even if Warrick couldn't defeat the prodigious Logan, Mulder figured the difference wouldn't be too big.

But he never expected Logan to take down Warrick with a single finger, leaving him severely injured and unable to stand. The difference in their strength was far beyond anything Mulder could have imagined.

In other words, Logan had been toying with them from the start and didn't take the fight seriously. If he had, they would've all been dead.

Warrick clutched his chest and coughed up blood as he staggered to his feet. His chest was a charred ruin, the flesh torn open and slick with blood. It was an awful, gory mess.

"I didn't expect you to be this strong. I underestimated you," he growled.

He slowly raised his head, and his face twisted with a menacing look. "Guess I was just unlucky to fall into your hands today.

Go ahead, make it quick. Just finishoff.

True to his nature, even if he couldn't win, he'd rather die than beg for mercy.

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"Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you yet. You're still useful," Dustin said.

With a flick of his wrist, three silver needles instantly shot out and pierced three of Warrick's vital pressure points.

Warrick's body shuddered, and he immediately went limp. His limbs becweak, and he couldn't even move a finger.

"What did you do to me?" Warrick shouted.

He was shocked and enraged when he realized he was immobilized. Even worse, his internal energy had been completely sealed. Now, he was entirely powerless and completely at Dustin's mercy.

"Why are you panicking? I've only sealed your cultivation," Dustin said coolly.

He stepped forward and was about to grab Warrick when something strange happened.

Suddenly, a blood-red light flickered in the night sky. At first, it was barely noticeable, like one of the countless stars. But in a heartbeat, the glow expanded hundreds of times and transformed into a blood-red moon.

The moon fell rapidly and grew larger every passing second, its tail trailing behind in fiery red flames. At a glance, it resembled a falling star that signaled impending disaster.

Thunder rumbled through the sky'as the blood-red moon passed overhead.

Wherever it went, the winds and clouds churned violently. The air seemed to warp around its presence. A terrifying, overwhelming force descended from the sky and landed at the center of the dock.

At that instant, within a 300-foot radius, the sea froze, the winds cto a halt, and even tseemed to stop.

Warrick and Mulder felt their breath catch like an enormous weight pressing down on their chests. They couldn't move or feel their heartbeats. It was as if they had becmere figures in a painting-lifeless objects trapped in a frozen moment.

"Hmm?" Dustin slowly lifted his head. As he gazed up at the falling blood-red moon, he felt a weight of pressure. He quickly raised his hand and formed a protective barrier above his head.

The next second, the massive blood-red moon, nearly 30 feet in diameter, crashed into the barrier with a loud explosion.

The ground shook violently as a shockwave of immense energy rippled outward from the impact. The once- frozen sea erupted into chaos, and the still winds morphed into a violent storm.

Warrick and the others, unable to move, were tossed through the air like ragdolls. They were blown more than 30 feet away and slammed hard into the ground. Their already serious injuries worsened.

Compared to the terror that had once gripped their hearts, they found themselves oddly more accustomed to their current state. At least now, they knew they were still alive.

However, when the blood-red moon crashed down, they felt as though they were doomed.

The energy wave flattened everything at the dock. Several fishing boats docked near the shore were instantly torn apart and shattered into scraps.

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When the dust finally settled, what unfolded before Warrick and the others left them horrified.

Where the blood-red moon had just crashed, a massive crater-about 100 feet in diameter-had formed.

Dustin, who had stood at the center earlier, had vanished as if he had evaporated into thin air.

At the stime, a figure that seemed almost godlike hovered above the crater.

The figure was clad in red armor that resembled fish scales, and his frwas extremely imposing. With a rugged face and long, wavy hair, he held a golden trident.

As he hovered in midair, his eyes-blue like the depths of the ocean-gazed down at them with an impassive En gaze that seemed to disregard everyone equally. "Hmm?" When Mulder saw the figure's face, his eyes widened in disbelief. Ignoring his injuries, he dropped to his knees and bowed his head in deep respect.

He spoke in a tone full of reverence." Mulder at your service, Lord Poseidon." "What? He's Poseidon?" Warrick's entire body tensed as shock and excitement surged through him.

Poseidon-one of the four royal gods of the Hall of Gods-was a legendary powerhouse, an ultimate grandmaster, and a true pillar of strength.

Warrick never expected that such a legendary figure would cto his aid in West Lucozia. A sigh of relief escaped him as a wave of joy washed over him. He was saved! With Poseidon's arrival, Warrick had nothing to fear-not Logan nor the entire army of West Lucozia. 

  Chapter 2614

Poseidon hovered in the air with his trident in one hand and radiated a commanding presence. He stood like a god, and his figure was so intimidating that it struck fear into those who beheld him.

With a wave of his hand, an invisible energy struck Warrick and expelled the three silver needles from his body. Feeling sensation returned to his limbs, Warrick's face lit up. He quickly rose to his feet and clenched his fist to his chest in salute.

"Thank you, Lord Poseidon, for saving me. I will never forget this kindness!" he said.

"No need for formalities, Sir Prescott. Now that you've pledged yourself to the Hall of Gods, it's only natural that I ensure your safety," Poseidon replied with a faint smile as he descended gracefully.

"Your timely arrival was a blessing," Warrick said as he bowed his head slightly in deference. "Otherwise, we would have perished tonight." The Hall of Gods' royal gods were figures he could only look up to. Everything about Poseidon, from his power to his position, was on a level far beyond anything Warrick could hope to match. But what truly commanded his awe was Poseidon's strength.

When Poseidon appeared, it was as if a god had descended to earth and effortlessly crushed Dustin within seconds. Such terrifying cultivation surpassed even, Warrick's wildest imagination.

"That man's skills were mediocre at best," Poseidon remarked coolly. "How did you all end up in such a sorry state?" Warrick and Mulder exchanged uneasy glances upon hearing that. They had just faced an ultimate grandmaster- an opponent of unimaginable power. How could they possibly stand up to that? Only someone like Poseidon, a royal god, could have crushed Dustin effortlessly.

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"The ship is anchored ten nautical miles from here," Poseidon said. "If you're ready, follow me." He then raised his trident and tapped it against the ground.

At that instant, something strange happened.

A ripple of water rose beneath Warrick and the others as though sunseen force was guiding it. It lifted them and carried them toward the sea.

"What kind of suprdivine power is this?" Warrick's eyes widened in astonishment.

The water beneath his feet felt soft yet firm, like walking on a floating carpet. It was far more wondrous than riding a boat.

"Did I say you could leave?" Just as Warrick and the others were about to leave on the waves, a sudden voice rang out from behind.

"Hmm?" Poseidon frowned slightly and turned to look.

From the massive crater left by the impact, a figure slowly emerged-it was Dustin.

"This kid is still alive?" Warrick's face twisted in shock.

"He's got sserious endurance.

Unfortunately, he doesn't stand a chance against Lord Poseidon." Mulder scoffed after a brief moment of surprise.

He had to admit that Dustin was formidable. In his early 20s, Dustin had already earned a reputation as an ultimate grandmaster, a feat that commanded respect wherever he went.

But despite his strength, he was still too young. Against a battle-hardened ultimate grandmaster like Poseidon, Dustin was simply outmatched.

"Young man, if you'd stayed low and played dead, you might have lived another day." Poseidon shook his head. His gaze was cold, like he was already looking at a corpse. “But since you insist on throwing your life away, don't blme for what happens next." Dustin dusted his clothes off and stepped out of the crater with a piercing gaze. "Play dead? You're not even worth it." "Ignorant fool." Poseidon sneered and pointed a finger at him.

A thick water serpent materialized out of nowhere. It hissed and lunged at Dustin with explosive speed. "Just a petty trick." Dustin sneered and stood his ground without moving an inch. He used his hand like a sword to slash at the incoming water serpent in the air.

A flash of white light cut through the serpent and split it in half. It turned into seawater and vanished without a trace.

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Poseidon raised an eyebrow and looked mildly surprised. His water serpent attack had only used less than a tenth of his full strength.

For most grandmaster martial artists, it would have been a deadly strike. But Dustin had effortlessly countered it, and Poseidon acknowledged his high cultivation.

"Who are you? Tellyour name," he said coolly.

Normally, he wouldn't bother asking since insignificant ants were meant to be crushed underfoot. But Dustin's strength had piqued his interest.

Mulder quickly answered, "Lord Poseidon, he is Prince Logan, the Crown Prince of West Lucozia."

"Logan Rhys?" Poseidon's face broke into a smile. “That's great! I've been ΟΜ searching high and low for him, and now he's right before me. What a pleasant surprise tonight. It's like the gods are smiling on me." Logan had already been marked as a major threat by the Hall of Gods-one of the key targets they needed to eliminate.

Initially, they would have needed a detailed plan and plenty of resources to deal with him Buxnow, with Logan standing right in front of Poseidon, all that preparation had becunnecessary.

Killing Logan would take out a major threat to the Hall of Gods, and opportunities like this didn't caround often. Poseidon wasn't about to let this one slip away.

 

 

  Chapter 2615

"Letcorrect you," Dustin said.

As his hand slowly tightened into a fist, a white longsword formed from his true energy. "In Dragonmarsh, there is no 'God. 'We only have the Lord of the Dead." The moment the words left his mouth, a tempest of sword aura exploded outward. Within a radius of several dozen yards, the winds howled, sand and stones were sent flying, and the waves along the shore grew even more violent.

"Such overwhelming pressure. That sword aura is insane. Is this Logan's actual strength?" Feeling the surge of energy, Warrick and the others couldn't help but turn pale. It was then they realized that Dustin hadn't been fighting seriously before.

Or perhaps, with their strength, they hadn't even earned the right to make him fight for real. They figured only someone of Poseidon's caliber could force Dustin to go all out.

"Interesting... truly fascinating." Poseidon suddenly laughed. "I thought you were just a pup, but it turns out you're a hungry wolf. Now, this is starting to get interesting." As he spoke, Poseidon suddenly spun his trident. Blue energy waves erupted from it and filled the air with an overwhelming crushing force.

"Con, kid. Showwhat you've got." Hovering in the air, Poseidon's momentum radiated with such overwhelming energy as if he were a god among mortals.

"As you wish," Dustin said.

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His eyes hardened as he planted his foot and charged toward Poseidon like a streak of white lightning.

His longsword surged with sword aura. It cut through the air with a brilliant white trail, like a comet trailing a fiery tail, as he brought it down in a powerful strike toward Poseidon.

"Bring it on!" Poseidon shouted.

He wasn't to be outdone and swung his trident forward with force. The blue energy waves exploded outward and crashed toward Dustin like a tidal wave.

A deafening roar erupted when the sword aura collided with the waves.

It was like thunder crashing in their ears, so loud that Warrick and the others felt their ears buzz and teetered on the edge of deafness.

The sword aura sliced through the waves like a sharp blade, but the waves were relentless and continued to surge toward Dustin endlessly.

Dustin twisted midair. His longsword spun as it cut through the oncoming waves, and each slash released a flurry of radiant sword blossoms. Each blossom packed enough power to split mountains.

Where the sword petals struck the waves, they shattered into countless sparkling water droplets. Under the moonlight, they glistened with rainbow hues and created the illusion of a crystalline rain.

Seeing that, Poseidon muttered incantations under his breath, and his trident glowed brighter with each passing moment.

In the blink of an eye, the torn sea began to swirl back together to form ferocious water dragons that lunged at Dustin with bared fangs and claws.

But Dustin stood unfazed. The true energy in his body surged wildly and formed a massive white shield that enveloped him.

The water dragons crashed against the shield heavily. The impact sent shockwaves of energy rippling outward.

Warrick and the others, already wary of the danger, quickly retreated. They feared they might get caught in the crossfire.

The battle between the two ultimate grandmasters was far beyond their ability to interfere. Even the residual energy was lethal, especially in their wounded state.

One misstep and the aftershocks alone could kill them.

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"Is this what a battle between ultimate grandmasters looks like? It's terrifying." Warrick and the others watched from a distance. They couldn't hide their shock.

A fight between two ultimate grandmasters was an extraordinary sight. They had never witnessed anything like it. Every clash and blow was thrilling and awe-inspiring.

Suddenly, Dustin's body shook as an overwhelming surge of true energy erupted from within him The M surrounding water dragons, fierce and menacing moments ago, were shattered into pieces and dissolved into droplets.

He shot forward like a cannonball and tore through layers of blue om energy waves before stalking down at Poseidon. The sword blazed with blinding light as if it could tear the sky apart. Poseidon quickly raised his trident to block, and a water-blue shield formed around his body.

The two weapons collided, unleashing a blinding flash of light and a thunderous boom. A powerful wave of energy blasted outward in all directions.

For a moment, the area within a 300-foot radius was engulfed in a nd roaring wind, flying sang, and stones. The ocean surged and created towering waves as tall as 30 feet. It was like a massive wall crashing down. Warrick and the others were stunned, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably. Even from a distance, the sheer destructive force of the battle made their hearts pound with fear.

"Con!" Dustin and Poseidon rebounded from their last clash, only to charge at each other again without hesitation.

They continued to trade blows with relentless intensity. Neither could gain the upper hand, and their battle locked in a fierce stalemate.

 

  Chapter 2616

Dustin was Dragonmarsh's elite prodigy, while Poseidon was the famous royal god of the Hall of Gods.

Every move they exchanged unleashed destructive power. Within moments, the area within a 300-foot radius was reduced to wreckage.

Dustin wielded his true energy-infused longsword. Each swing unleashed a blinding flare of light as if it could split the sky apart with the Celestial Blade.

On the contrary, Poseidon's trident commanded the winds and rains. Each strike could summon huge rolling waves as if he were a god reigning over the forces of nature.

Sword aura clashed against walls of water and plunged the entire area into chaos.

Warrick and the others watched with rapt attention. Their eyes were locked on the battle ahead as they tried to make sense of the chaos.

But Dustin and Poseidon were moving so fast that their actions were almost impossible to follow. Their movements blurred together, and they could only catch flashes of two figures constantly clashing.

Their strikes cone after another, and the fight moved from the sea to the shore and back again. Poseidon laughed heartily. "This feels great. It's been so long since I've fought this." As the battle raged on, he only grew fiercer, and his stamina seemingly inexhaustible. He rode the waves with effortless grace and summoned storms with a mere flick of his wrist.

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"This bastard... there's something off about him," Dustin mumbled.

During the battle, he couldn't help but feel surprised. He realized Poseidon could draw energy from the sea and fought without a hint of fatigue.

No matter how much energy Poseidon used, his strength was quickly replenished -like an unstoppable fighting machine.

He figured this was likely Poseidon's unique ability.

Being one of the royal gods of the Hall of Gods, it wasn't surprising that Poseidon had such extraordinary power. Dustin knew he couldn't keep going like this. If the fight dragged on, it was just a matter of tbefore Poseidon wore him down completely.

"Conquest Breaker!" he shouted.

Dustin seized the opportunity and unleashed his ultimate move. In the blink of an eye, his figure blurred and merged with his sword to form a giant white' energy sword. Then, it streaked toward Poseidon with immense force.

The giant sword radiated apocalyptic power. The sea churned violently before its path and parted like the Crimson Sea.

The layers of defensive water curtains in its path shattered effortlessly, like paper torn apart with a single touch. Poseidon's expression shifted slightly as he recognized the threat and dared not take any chances. His trident whirled furiously and conjured a massive vortex before him.

The vortex's pull was terrifying-even fish from the sea floor were dragged into it, where they were torn apart by the violent spinning currents.

Poseidon's plan was simple. Since Dustin has merged with his sword, he would grind them both to dust. Without any warning, Dustin's giant sword plunged straight into Poseidon's vortex with lightning speed.

An earth-shattering boom followed immediately. It was like a missile detonation as violent energy erupted. It unleashed towering waves over 30 feet high that completely engulfed them both.

The explosion not only sent the waves crashing violently, but the shockwave from the blast also rippled for hundreds of yards.

The impact knocked Warrick and the others to the ground. Though they weren't injured, they were left looking disheveled.

At that moment, they paid no mind to their own condition. Instead, they quickly scrambled to their feet to look back at the battlefield.

300 yards away on the crest of the waves, Dustin stood there with his clothes billowing as he held his sword in one hand. He hovered in the air with a terrifying momentum radiating from him.

In contrast, Poseidon had vanished from view, as if his body had sunk to the depths of the sea.

"No way! Did Lord Poseidon actually lose? "Mulder asked. His eyes widened in shock, with disbelief on his face.

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After all, Poseidon was one of the four royal gods and the pillar of the Hall of Gods. How could such a legendary powerhouse possibly be defeated by Dustin? "No. That is impossible. No matter how strong Logan is, he can't possibly be a match for a royal god from the Hall of Gods." Warrick frowned, and his face darkened with frustration.

With Poseidon's arrival, Warrick thought he could easily deal with Dustin. But to his surprise, the fight had been far more evenly matched than he'd ever imagined.

Poseidon's figure was nowhere to be seen on the sea's surface. It was almost unbelievable.

While Warrick and the others were stunned, Dustin's face showed no triumph but a deepening frown.

Though he'd knocked Poseidon into the depths of the sea, he could still feel his presence. Y which in diminished Wihadn't slightest. If m anything, he sensed Poseidon grew stronger, like he was feeding on something. Dustin's eyes narrowed in confusion just as a loud crash echoed across the waters. A figure shot up from the depths of the sea and stood on the surface.

It was Poseidon. But compared to earlier, he was completely transformed.

His face twisted with rage, and his body grew even larger and more m imposing. His muscles Bulged more than ever and his skin was now covered in a layer of blue scales that shimmered faintly in the light.

What was even more terrifying was the pair of massive blue wings that sprouted from his back They looked as though they belonged to a demon. After his transformation, his momentum intensified severalfold. Just a single glance from him sent shivers down Warrick and the others' spines. Their hearts raced with fear.

 

 

  Chapter 2617

"Logan, I have to admit that you're stronger than I thought. I never expected you'd pushthis far,” Poseidon said.

His arms slowly spread wide, and his blue eyes glowed with murderous intent. "As a mark of respect, I will give it everything I've got. You'll witness the true extent of my power." With a flick of his hand, he made a grabbing gesture. His trident, which had fallen to the bottom of the sea, shot back up through the water and landed firmly in his grasp.

Compared to his earlier arrogance, Poseidon now stood with a newfound seriousness. It wasn't just Dustin's strength that had him on edge but his terrifying potential.

At only 20, Dustin already possessed this level of strength. If he continued to grow, he would beca serious threat to the Hall of Gods. Hence, Poseidon resolved to eliminate him today.

"Watch closely," he said.

Poseidon slowly raised his trident and gripped it like a javelin. While channeling his energy into the weapon, it pulsed with an intense blue radiance. It glowed as bright as a rising sun and illuminated the dark sea.

When the energy reached its peak, he twisted his body and hurled the trident with devastating force.

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The glowing weapon shot forward like a missile, and its sheer force split the sea in its wake. Waves surged violently, and the roar of wind and thunder followed. in its path.

Dustin's expression hardened. Without hesitation, he swung his true energy-infused sword three times in quick succession.

Three blinding arcs of sword auras shot forward. They streaked toward the incoming trident like bolts of lightning.

All three white sword auras exploded on impact but failed to slow down the trident.

Poseidon's divine artifact trident-empowered by his transformed state and hurled with full force-possessed destructive power beyond imagination. Even after shattering all three sword auras, it kept barreling toward Dustin at an unstoppable speed.

Without hesitation, Dustin immediately raised his sword horizontally, and a barrier appeared before him.

The trident slammed into his true energy-infused sword. The sword held for less than a second before exploding into shards.

The trident plowed through and pierced Dustin's energy armor. The impact pushed him deep into the sea with a colossal splash.

"Holy hell! That was insane." Warrick and the others were stunned by the unfolding scene. They had thought Dustin had the upper hand earlier, but Poseidon's strength after his transformation was terrifying.

With just a single throw, he had sent Dustin plunging into the depths of the sea. That kind of strength was downright monstrous.

Less than three seconds later, Dustin shot back up and stood on the water's surface. At the stime, the divine trident sliced through the waves as if it had a mind of its own and returned to Poseidon's grasp.

"Logan, how does it feel? Now do you see the difference between us?" Poseidon sneered.

The sea was his domain. His strength was endless and inexhaustible as long as he fought near water. In the sea, he was untouchable-a true god in his element.

"Compared to earlier, your strength has gone up several notches. No wonder you're known as the royal god. You've got something to back it up." Dustin's expression turned serious.

He rarely encountered strong enemies, but Poseidon was one of them. That last strike had already put him on edge.

Poseidon raised an eyebrow. "Judging by that tone, it sounds like you've got more up your sleeve." "Since you've given it your all, I won't hold back anymore. Prepare yourself," Dustin said. He raised his hand, made a grabbing gesture, and shouted, "Celestial Blade!" Lightning immediately cracked across the sky, followed by a thunderous roar that shook the ground. Everyone instinctively looked up.

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From within the dark clouds, a black sword swooped down like a meteor. Wherever it passed, the clouds parted, the air warped, and a long black streak was left behind in its wake.

It looked as if the sky were being torn asunder.

The black sword streaked across the sky, then dropped straight into Dustin's hand with deadly precision and revealed its true form.

It was a pitch-black sword that radiated a chilling, deadly light. The malevolent energy emanating from the weapon sent a shiver down everyone's spine. 1

"Is that the Celestial Blade, ranked ninth on the Divine Weapon List? ht looks extraordinary XWarrick Ε muttered. His eyes narrowed, and a feeling of unease crept over him. After all this time, Dustin hadn't even used a weapon. Now that he had the sword in hand, his strength was bound to increase.

"The sword is a fine weapon, but it's just a tool," Mulder said. "Winning comes down to the strength of its wielder. And don't forget, Lord Poseidon's trident is a divine artifact, too. It's every bit as powerful as the Celestial Blade."

In his opinion, Dustin, though strong, was still no match for Poseidon The royal gods of the Hall of Gods had dominated the world for centuries. They were no pushovers. "Poseidon, dying by my sword will be the best end you could ever hope for," Dustin growled.

With the Celestial Blade in hand, his momentum shifted entirely. Before, he was reserved and contemplative, but now he was commanding, sharp, and showed his strength.

 

 

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Friday, April 25, 2025

AN UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE (DUSTIN RHYS) Chapter 2601 To 2610

 


Chapter 2601

"Who is it?" Warrick's grip tightened around the hilt of his steel blade. His eyes, sharp and alert, were like those of a startled predator-full of caution and menace .

For the past few days, he had been on edge, like a cornered animal. He barely 'slept and was constantly on high alert, fearing danger would strike at any moment.

The door slowly creaked open. An elderly man with gray hair stepped inside with a tray of fruit and pastries in both hands.

Before he could even register what was happening, a flash of cold steel appeared, and Warrick's blade was at the elderly man's throat.

The elderly man trembled with fear. The tray slipped from his grasp, and fruit and pastries scattered on the floor. "Easy, Sir Prescott. He's one of us." Mulder stepped forward and pressed down on the flat of Warrick's blade with a finger.

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He smiled and explained, "His name's Leigh Houston. He's mute and has served the Hall of Gods for years. He keeps watch over this tunnel entrance and has never slipped up." "He's mute?" Warrick gave Leigh a once-over. Only after confirming he wasn't a threat did he finally lower his blade.

Mulder glanced at Leigh and asked in a low voice, "Did you notice anything unusual lately?" Leigh shook his head, then quickly signed something with his hands.

Warrick frowned. "What's he saying?" "He says this place is so remote that no strangers have cnear, so we're safe," Mulder explained.

The Hall of Gods had chosen this location as the exit for their secret tunnel for a reason. It was a remote mountain village, isolated and sparsely populated. Most of the residents were either elderly or children, as the young adults had long since moved to the city for work. 1 The rugged terrain and dense forests made it an ideal escape route. If trouble cknocking, slipping into the woods would make it easy to shake off any pursuers. It was a perfect temporary hideout.

"It's good to be safe, but right now, I'm hungry. Tell him to bringsfood," Warrick grunted.

"Leigh, get us sfood," Mulder instructed. "We're going to have a nice, hearty meal." Leigh nodded, though a flicker of fear crossed his eyes. He glanced at Warrick and then quickly turned to leave.

An hour later, the table was set with a spread of food. It wasn't particularly fancy, but the portions were generous, and nearly everything was meat-cured fish, smoked pork, sausages, chicken, and duck.

Still, caution was Warrick's second nature.

Before taking his first bite, he gestured for Leigh and Mulder to taste the food first.

Only after they confirmed it was safe did he tear into his meal like a starving wolf.

Under normal circumstances, Warrick wouldn't have spared a second glance at such rustic fare. But now, hunger gnawed at him, and he ate with relish, grease dripping from his lips.

Since becoming a fugitive, he'd barely had a proper meal. With a feast in front of him, refinement was the last thing on his mind.

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After a hearty meal and a few drinks, Warrick finally got down to business. “We may have escaped Celestria, but we're still in West Lucozia. The longer we stay, the greater the risk. I need the Hall of Gods to arrange forto leave the country as soon as possible." "Stay calm, Sir Prescott. This place is safe for the tbeing," Mulder replied with a reassuring smile. “Besides, even if we're planning to leave West Lucozia, we need to prepare thoroughly. Acting recklessly without a proper plan could lead to disaster." "So, what's your plan?" Warrick pressed.

"Given that you're now a fugitive, leaving West Lucozia through official channels is out of the question. Your NO only option is to sneak across the border," Mulder explained, taking a sip of tea.

"Sneak across the border?" Warrick frowned slightly. "If I remember 'm correctly. Thaloria lies between West Lucozia and Artea. Wouldn't that mean we'd have to go through Thaloria first?"

"That's right." Mulder nodded. "The Hall of Gods has a strong presence in Thaloria. Once you make it there, you won't have to keep hiding. You'll be free to travel openly to Artea and start a new life." "If that's the case, then I have no complaints. But which route do you have in mind? How safe is it?" Warrick pressed.

"I've narrowed it down to five lesser-known smuggling routes. Before we make a final decision, I'll send people to scout them out-just to be safe," Mulder replied.

"Great. I like the way you handle things. Once I've established myself in Artea, you won't go unrewarded,” Warrick said with a satisfied nod.

"In the meantime, you should get srest. Once the tis right, we'll leave the country," Mulder responded. "Fine. Geta room. I need a good night's sleep. And tell everyone not to botheruntil I wake up." Warrick looked visibly more relaxed. Now that he had escaped Celestria, the immediate danger had passed. With Mulder handling the arrangements, there was nothing left for Warrick to worry about. At last, he could get proper rest.


Chapter 2602

After a hearty meal, the burly Warrick sprawled lazily onto the bed and dozed off. He slept soundly till dusk, lost in a deep dream. When the sky was painted in brilliant hues of the setting sun, only then did he wake up leisurely.

The exhaustion from the previous day seemed to have melted away. He felt invigorated, refreshed, and in high spirits.

At that moment, Leigh had already set the table in the hall with quiet efficiency. Compared to the first meal, this spread was far more lavish.

At the center of the table sat a whole roasted pig. Its golden-brown skin glistened with a rich, crispy sheen. The mouthwatering aroma filled the room, making it impossible not to crave a bite.

Warrick had never been one for formalities. The moment he saw the feast, he didn't hesitate. He strode over, took a seat, and started digging in. He ate with zero restraint without sparing a single thought for Mulder, who was still out gathering intel.

After a while, half of the roast pig was gone. His face was smeared with grease, and he occasionally let out a satisfied belch.

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Just then, the tightly shut door creaked open.

Mulder and his men returned, looking weary from the road..

Seeing Warrick feasting alone, his face slick with grease, Mulder wasn't annoyed. Instead, he sat beside him and started eating as well.

His subordinates could only watch hungrily from the sidelines and didn't dare to overstep their bounds. "Well? Did you find anything useful?" Warrick asked.

For now, he had eaten his fill. He set down his fork and knife, let out a loud belch, then grabbed a nearby towel and casually wiped the grease.

"I've got good news and bad news. Which one do you want first, Sir Prescott?" Mulder deliberately kept him in suspense.

"The bad news," Warrick said.

Mulder replied, "The bad news is that West Lucozia's forces are conducting a full-scale manhunt for you. They're combing every city and village, leaving no stone unturned. If nothing unexpected happens, they'll find this place within two days." "So, you're saying we only have two days?" Warrick narrowed his eyes.

"That's not all," Mulder added. "West Lucozia's military has locked down every port and dock, and they've even seized control of several smuggling routes." "Hm?" Warrick frowned. "So, you're tellingthere's no way out?" "It won't be easy, but there's still a chance, "Mulder replied. "I had someone look into it. Four of the five smuggling routes we planned have already been compromised. With West Lucozia's forces patrolling the area, trying to slip through would be too risky.

"But the good news is that there's still one last hidden route that is yet to be discovered by them, so we can use it to escape." "Then, what are we waiting for? Let's move," Warrick said urgently.

With four out of five routes already blocked, they couldn't afford to waste any time. If they didn't act soon, even the last remaining path might be discovered. And if that happened, escaping West Lucozia would becnearly impossible.

"Sir Prescott, don't be so hasty. Letfinish." Mulder paused briefly before continuing, " While it's good news that there's another escape route, we can't rule out the possibility that this is a trap set by Austin. He might have left this opening deliberately to lure us out, only to spring the trap at the last moment and take us all down." "A trap?" Warrick stroked his chin and scoffed. "Austin's just a greenhorn. Sure, he's witty, but there's no way he could pull something like that. You're worrying too much." "This concerns our lives, so we can't afford to be careless,” Mulder replied seriously.

Warrick nodded thoughtfully at his words.

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Caution was the key to survival. The more critical the situation, the more O important it was to stay calm and We think clearly. Acting recklessly could ruin everything-a lesson he had learned through years of warfare. "Since you're worried, why not send someone ahead to check if there's any danger?" Warrick suggested.

"I've already sent two unfamiliar faces to investigate, but it'll take stFor safety's sake, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer," Mulder replied.

"You've got everything arranged, so I'll leave it at that. But letremind you-don't drag your feet) If we miss our chance and the West Lucozia army seals off the last smuggling route, we'll be trapped here for good,” Warrick said sternly. Caution was necessary, but in times like these, bold action was equally important. If they hesitated now, regret would ctoo late.

"Sir Prescott, please rest for a while. I'll have an answer for you tonight," Mulder assured him.

"It better be the right one," Warrick replied before returning to his meal.

He had already prepared for the worst. Even if things went south tonight, he could rely on his formidable cultivation to fight his way out.

As for Mulder and the others... well, they could serve as sacrificial pawns if necessary. 


Chapter 2603

As night fell, Warrick sat motionless in his room as he tried to calm his mind through meditation. He had always been able to clear his mind with ease. But tonight, no matter how hard he tried, focus eluded him. A restless unease settled over him and refused to let him relax.

Nearly two hours passed before Mulder's scouts finally returned. This time, they brought good news.

The smuggling route they had scouted was completely safe, with no signs of an ambush. The West Lucozia army had yet to discover this potential escape route.

Once everything was confirmed, Mulder let out a breath of relief. Warrick, too, finally felt the weight lift from his chest.

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"Since the route is safe, we should set out immediately to avoid any unexpected complications." Warrick said. He had no intention of waiting any longer. He was a wanted man, and every moment in West Lucozia increased his chances of capture.

There was no telling when the army might surround him. Only by escaping to Thaloria would he be truly safe. "Pack up. We're leaving now." Mulder wasted no time.

After a quick disguise, the group set out.

The countryside was quiet, and their plain van blended in as it rumbled down the road. After about an hour, they reached a fork where the road ended.

"There's a narrow path ahead. The van can't go any further we'll have to walk from here." Mulder stepped out first, and Warrick followed in silence. They moved swiftly along the narrow path and reached the smuggling dock in less than half an hour.

It was a small dock scattered with over a dozen fishing boats. At first glance, it looked like nothing more than a temporary mooring spot for local fishermen.

By now, most of them had already gone home. Out on the water, the boats drifted in the dark-except for one, where a dim light still flickered. A man dressed like a fisherman lay on the deck with a straw hat pulled low over his face.

“Is this the smuggling route you were talking about?" Warrick frowned the moment he saw the fishing boats ahead." You've got to be joking." These were private fishing boats, and none were longer than 25 feet. They might be fine for a short trip in calm waters, but even a small storm could capsize them.

And their journey would take several days at sea. If they ran into rough weather, a boat this size wouldn't stand a chance-it would be torn apart by the waves.

Even being halfway to becoming an ultimate grandmaster wouldn't save Warrick if he got thrown into the sea. He couldn't figure out whether Mulder was a fool or if he had no regard for his own life.

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"Calm down, Sir Prescott." Mulder said evenly, "Of course, I know these fishing boats can't handle an open-sea voyage.

Sailing to Thaloria on them would be suicide." "So, what's your plan?" Warrick's frown deepened.

"I had everything planned out," Mulder explained. "These fishing boats are just for the first leg of the trip. About 30 miles out, the Hall of Gods has a luxury ship waiting -that's the real vessel we'll be traveling on. So there's no need to worry about safety." "Oh, so that's how it is. You nearly hadthinking you'd lost your mind." Warrick let out a breath of relief, chiding himself of course, Mulder wasn't the type to make such an amateur mistake.

"If the situation weren't so tense, I wouldn't have pulled a stunt like this," Mulder said with a faint smile.

A fishing boat's small size and ordinary appearance made it the perfect cover. A larger vessel would only attract attention and invite trouble. To be safe, he had the main ship anchor farther out.

"Sir Prescott, I just checked the area, and there's no ambush. It's all clear. Let's move." Mulder glanced around cautiously. After confirming there was no danger, he finally led Warrick forward. Under the cover of night, the group moved cautiously toward a dimly lit fishing boat.

"Hey, everyone's here. We can set sail now, "Mulder said as he leaped onto the bow.

The fisherman lying on the deck, legs crossed, didn't react. He looked as though he hadn't heard a thing.

"Hey! Wake up!" Mulder kicked the man's boot impatiently.


Chapter 2604

"You're not a fisherman? Who the hell are you?" Mulder's guard shot up the moment he got a clear look at the young man's face.

Fishermen who spent their days at sea were usually tanned from the sun, but this one had a fair complexion. It felt a little strange Noticing something was off, the men behind Mulder drew their blades and fixed their sharp gazes on the fisherman.

The so-called fisherman standing guard wasn't just anyone-it was Dustin, who had been waiting for them all along.

Since his plan was set in motion, he'd been stationed there from morning until midnight. After what felt like an eternity, his targets had finally arrived.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm here to capture you." Dustin rose from the deck and rolled his shoulders before speaking in an even tone. "If you don't want to die, surrender now. Otherwise, it'll be too late." "Watch out! It could be an ambush." Mulder swiftly pulled out his dagger. His sharp gaze scanned the surroundings for any sign of hidden troops.

His subordinates instinctively formed a defensive circle as they braced for an attack from the shadows. But despite their heightened vigilance, the area remained eerily calm.

They were specially trained with razor-sharp perception. Under normal circumstances, if there were an ambush nearby, there was no way they wouldn't have noticed.

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"Don't bother looking. It's justhere." Dustin said flatly, “I don't need an army to deal with the likes of you." "Hmm?" Mulder frowned and sized him up before letting out a sneer. "Punk, you're getting a little too full of yourself. Do you think you can stop us all by yourself? What a foolish dream." If Dustin had an army lying in wait, they'd be as good as dead. But he was alone and hardly looked like a threat. Forget stopping them. He'd be lucky to walk away in one piece.

"Stop wasting ton this punk. He's just stalling for time. Kill him and take the boat -we're getting out of here." Warrick, standing at the back, suddenly spoke up.

Something about the young man on the fishing boat felt familiar, but Warrick couldn't quite place him. Still, the other party's confidence was unsettling. Either he had backup, or he had a death wish.

"What are you all standing around for? Get him." Mulder wasted no tin giving the kill order.

Like Warrick, he had his doubts. On the one hand, he worried Dustin was just buying time, and on the other, something about the whole situation felt off.

"Attack!" Several of Mulder's subordinates exchanged glances before raising their blades and charging forward.

As the Hall of Gods elites, they were strong enough to take on a hundred enemies individually. When fighting together, their strength multiplied. This made them an unstoppable force against anyone below the level of a grandmaster.

Looking at their opponent, who seemed only in his early 20s, they didn't believe he could be that strong.

The first subordinate lunged forward and swung his blade down with lightning speed.

However, Dustin's figure blurred and vanished without a trace.

The attack struck nothing but air. Before he could even process what had happened, a crushing blow landed on his abdomen. His body flew backward like a broken kite, crashed into a rock, and curled up in pain.

At the stime, two more attackers closed in from either side. Their swords flashed toward Dustin's throat in a synchronized strike. There was no wasted movement, no unnecessary flair-just pure, ruthless speed.

Just as the swords were about to strike his vital points, Dustin casually raised a hand and caught the edges of both swords between his fingers.1 "What?" Both attackers' faces changed as disbelief flashed in their eyes.

Dustin stopped their sword with his bare hands! A scene like this was only possible when there was an overwhelming gap in strength.

They tried to free their swords, but it was as if an iron vice had locked them in place and wouldn't budge an inch. "Tto die!" The last attacker seized the opportunity and darted behind Dustin, gripping his broadsword with both hands. He raised it high and brought it down in a powerful overhead slash. The sword descended like a thunderbolt- unstoppable.

"Got him." Mulder's eyes lit up at the sight.

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Though the other party looked unusual, Mulder's subordinates were well-trained and coordinated. The first few drew the enemy's attention, and the last one waited for the perfect moment to strike and deliver a fatal blow. From Mulder's point of view, that strike was something an ordinary person wouldn't be able to react to in time.

As expected, the final attacker's broadsword swung down on Dustin's head. But contrary to everyone's expectations, Dustin's head didn't split open.

When the blade made contact with his skull, a loud, explosive sound echoed. To everyone's astonishment, the sharp broadsword actually snapped in half.

"Huh?" The sight left everyone stunned.

It was one thing to catch a blade barehanded, but to take a direct strike to the head and shatter the weapon in the process while remaining unscathed-just what kind of monster was this? "H-How is this possible?" The attacker, staring at the broken blade in his hands, was at a loss. Their target's body seemed to be made of iron, and their attacks had no effect whatsoever.

All their careful coordination and plans for a successful ambush-at that moment, it all beca joke. The difference between the two sides was just too much to overcome.

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Chapter 2605

"You had your chance. Don't blme for what happens next," Dustin said.

With a slight squeeze of his fingers, the steel blades clamped between them shattered with a sharp clang.

Before the two Hall of Gods members could even react, Dustin waved his hand.

The two men were sent flying as if they'd been hit by a truck, hurtling over 30 feet through the air. Blood sprayed from their mouths and noses before they hit the ground. They were critically injured and on the verge of death.

Dustin slowly turned his head and looked at the man who had just tried to ambush him.

The man glanced at the broken sword in his hand, then at Dustin, who looked utterly unfazed. He hesitated for a split second-then bolted.

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With a powerful leap, he dove straight for the sea. He knew Dustin's strength was on a completely different level. There was no chance of outrunning him on land, so the only hope was to disappear into the water.

It might have worked-if not for what happened next.

Just before he hit the water, an invisible force locked him in place. His arms and legs could still move. But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't drop another inc. It was as if sunseen hand had him in an iron grip. Then, to his horror, he felt himself rising farther from the sea.

"Did you really think you could escape?" Dustin said as he made a grasping motion.

Despite being over 30 feet away, he yanked the man back. As he tightened his grip, the man's body began to twist unnaturally. Bones cracked, organs shifted, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose.

"P-Please don't kill me. I surrender." With his body moments away from being crushed, the man panicked and pleaded frantically.

"It's too late for that." Dustin clenched his fist. With a sickening squelch, his body burst apart like a watermelon struck by a cannonball. Chunks of blood and flesh rained down into the sea, dyeing the waters a deep crimson.

"Huh?" Mulder's eye twitched, and his expression darkened. He hadn't expected Dustin to possess such strength and had killed all his subordinates in a single exchange.

If he had to guess, Dustin was undoubtedly a grandmaster martial artist.

But that didn't make sense. Mulder had intel on every fighter in West Lucozia. He'd already uncovered most of the enforcement team's and Draken Guardians ‘backgrounds, Yet, there wasn't a single mention of the man before him. Since when did West Lucozia have a young grandmaster like this? "Who the hell are you, punk? Got the guts to say your name?" Mulder tightened his grip on his dagger, lowering his stance while staying on guard.

He had only just broken through to the grandmaster level last year, and only because he had taken the Hall of Gods' enhanced serum. Until now, he had never faced another grandmaster in combat. He had no idea how he would measure up.

What really troubled him, though, was Dustin's abilities. Dustin could easily take down martial artists who had achieved divinity from a distance as if it were nothing... It was terrifying.

"You must be Mulder, right?" Dustin brushed off the dust from his clothes and said indifferently, "Someone askednot to kill you right away. He wants to do it himself. Of course, if you resist, I don't mind crippling you first." "Arrogant bastard!" Mulder frowned and barked, "So what if you're a grandmaster? That doesn't mean you can beat me. And besides-I'm not alone." While saying that, he turned to the man behind him and said gravely, "Sir Prescott, this brat is tough and not easy to deal with. If we work together, we can take him down and be done with it." Warrick didn't respond, and his eyes were locked on Dustin. His frown deepened, and his expression grew more solemn.

The more he looked, the more familiar Dustin seemed. He was certain he had seen Dustin somewhere before-but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quite place it.

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"Sir Prescott! Sir Prescott!" Seeing that there was no response, Mulder raised his voice.

"Enough with the shouting." Warrick's expression darkened. "Do I really need to step in for something this trivial? Just handle it yourself. I'll be here to cover you." "Huh?" Mulder was stunned.

At a tlike that, why the hell was Warrick still worried about his status and martial codes? The cleanest solution was simple-kill Dustin, get on the boat, and leave no loose ends. Leaving Mulder to fight alone-wasn't that just dragging things out for no reason? And what if West Lucozia's main forces arrived? By then, escape wouldn't even be an option.

"What's wrong? Are you actually afraid of a punk like him?" Warrick asked coldly.

"Of course not. It's just that taking him down won't be easy. What if-" Before Mulder could finish, Warrick interrupted sharply, "I told you to handle it. Stop wasting twith excuses."

Mulder frowned, and his expression turned sour. He had gone through hell to help Warrick escape. But now, when it mattered most, Warrick planned to sit back and watch the fight unfold without lifting a finger. The thought disgusted Mulder.

"Con, Mulder, you still don't see it?" Dustin sneered. "He's just scared of dying, so he's letting you fight first ve to test my strength. If you win, he'll step in. Otherwise, he'll ditch you and run. Let's be real-you're just his sacrificial pawn." Chapter 2505 Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.


Chapter 2606

Dustin's words made Mulder frown.

Mulder knew all too well that Warrick was the kind of man who had no sense of loyalty or honor. If Warrick could kill his own personal guards without hesitation, what would stop him from killing a stranger? Mulder was certain that the moment things went south, Warrick would be the first to flee. Given the choice, he'd never willingly risk his life as Warrick's sacrificial pawn. But now, there was no turning back.

With his undercover identity exposed and him helping Warrick escape, Mulder beca sworn enemy of West Lúcozia. His nwas now on the most-wanted list.

Tonight was their best chance to escape. If they missed it, finding another way out would be nearly impossible. There was only one path left for him-kill whoever stood in his way and make it onto that escape boat.

"Enough talk, punk. Let's see what you're really made of," Mulder said.

After weighing his options, he gritted his teeth and finally decided to draw his longsword. His figure flickered like a phantom and left only a blur as he closed the distance instantly.

The sword in his hands gleamed coldly as it flashed past like a shooting star. A sharp wind followed its arc, carrying the force to cleave through the air as it aimed straight for Dustin's throat.

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Dustin's expression remained calm and unfazed. Just as the sword was about to reach him, he shifted slightly. His movement was light and effortless as he narrowly avoided the fatal strike.

Simultaneously, his right fist clenched and drove forward with immense force, aiming straight for Mulder's chest. Mulder reacted instantly and swung his sword across to block. A metallic clang-sharp and resonant-rang out as fist and steel collided, sending sparks flying.

The impact sent a jolt through Mulder's arm and forced him back several steps. He spun and used the momentum to swing his sword in a downward arc with a sharp whistle.

Dustin lightly tapped the tip of his foot against the ground and glided back three feet, effortlessly slipping past the attack.

Mulder's sword aura streaked past Dustin, narrowly missing him before striking a nearby boat. A sharp crack echoed through the air. Within moments, the vessel split in two and began sinking into the water.

Mulder showed no hesitation after missing his target. His sword moved relentlessly, each slash fierce and unyielding.

The force behind every strike carried enough power to break through stone, and the sword's sharp whistle cut through the air. Sparks flew as the flashing steel carved deadly arcs, threatening to tear through anything in its path.

Dustin stayed composed. His movements were fluid and effortless as he weaved through Mulder's attacks like a wisp of silk in the wind, slipping past each strike with the slightest of margins.

His eyes were sharp and focused as he read Mulder's every move. His steps seemed weightless, yet each one placed him just out of reach of the deadly sword.

Mulder's frustration mounted as his attacks continued to miss. His strikes becmore forceful and reckless, and his movements becwide and aggressive as he focused solely on offense. Yet, despite his relentless assault, he failed to land even a single hit.

Warrick, who had promised to back Mulder up, looked solemn. His expression was unreadable as he watched the battle unfold, and he showed no intention of interfering.

"This punk looks strange," Warrick murmured, secretly alarmed.

Dustin looked to be in his early 20s, yet he handled Mulder-a grandmaster martial artist-easily and without the slightest strain.

What unsettled Warrick the most was his inability to discern Dustin's origins or true strength.

After attacking with full force for a while, Mulder was already gasping for breath. He hadn't felt it before, but now that he was facing a true master, he realized how grueling the battle was. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even graze his opponent's clothes.

"Why'd you stop? Keep going," Dustin said.

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Standing with his hands behind his back, he remained calm and composed, completely unaffected by the intensity of the fight. His relaxed stance contrasted sharply with Mulder's, who was drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.

While it would have been effortless for Dustin to end the fight instantly, he had no yet. He wason of doing so just just pressuring Warrick, but he was also using Mulder as bait to draw out the mastermind behind him.

The Hall of Gods had been operating in West Lucozia for years, and there was no way Mulder was acting alone. He was therely a pawn, and somewhere in the shadows, there had to be someone more powerful pulling the strings. Dustin's goal was simple-lure that person out and eliminate them in one decisive move.

Mulder's expression darkened with fury as he spat, “You're forcing my hand, punk!"

He reached for a vial of enhanced serum at his waist and swiftlyswallowed it. This serum was extremely expensive-something he had spent years accumulating resources to obtain. It was his lifeline.

The serum would grant him a surge of power, doubling his strength for a short tand making him nearly unstoppable. However, the side effects were severe.

If he couldn't finish the fight before it wore off, the resulting exhaustion would leave him helpless, with only death awaiting him. For that reason, Mulder had always kept it as a last resort.

But now, he had no choice but to risk everything and fight his way out. Chapter 2506 Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.


Chapter 2607

"Oh? Are we going all out now?" Dustin smirked, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Mulder, who had advanced to beca grandmaster martial artist through drugs, had a weak foundation. Even after taking the enhanced serum, he still posed no threat to Dustin. If Mulder were a hundred times stronger, he might just barely be able to fight Dustin.

As the serum's effects pushed his body to the limit, Mulder suddenly let out a furious roar. His muscles swelled rapidly, and his bones cracked as they expanded. His body grew larger at an alarming rate, and his clothes tore apart under the strain.

His six-foot frstretched to nearly seven feet in mere moments as his body swelled to monstrous proportions. His face twisted fiercely, and his skin darkened as black scales surfaced.

With another guttural growl, his roar turned beastlike. He grabbed his shredded shirt and ripped it away, exposing his broad chest covered in dark scales. A faint, eerie sheen flickered across their surface.

"Die, punk!" Mulder roared.

He launched forward like a cannonball. The ground on which he had just been standing erupted, sending rocks scattering in all directions.

"Unbelievable speed!" Warrick's eyes widened in shock. He had heard about the Hall of Gods' enhanced serum but hadn't realized just how potent it truly was.

Before taking the serum, Mulder's strength was just at an early stage of grandmaster. Now, he had broken through to a whole new level. His speed, strength, defense, and reflexes were all greatly enhanced.

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It was no exaggeration to say that he was now more than twice as powerful as before. Just one dose of the enhanced serum had turned him into a monster in mere moments.

No wonder the Hall of Gods had grown rapidly in recent years. With these serums, they could cultivate vast numbers of powerful fighters without worrying about a lack of talent.

Warrick silently congratulated himself on his decision. Once he joined the Hall of Gods, his status and position would make it easy to rise to the rank of high-ranking god. The wealth and freedom he would enjoy would far surpass anything he could ever have in West Lucozia.

As Mulder launched himself forward, his sword cut through the air toward Dustin's neck with deadly speed. The air warped around the sword, the sea seemed to split in its wake, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Under Warrick's astonished gaze, Mulder's sword effortlessly sliced through Dustin's neck. The cold gleam of the sword reflected as it passed.

"Is he really dead?" Warrick was momentarily taken aback, slightly surprised by what he saw.

Earlier in the fight, Dustin had held a commanding advantage. Even with the enhanced serum, it shouldn't have been easy for Mulder to win. Yet, now it seemed like a single strike had ended it, which was odd.

As Warrick pondered this, an astonishing sight unfolded before him.

Dustin, who had just been struck by the sword, vanished like smoke. Then, in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Mulder.

"Afterimage?" Warrick's eyes widened, and his expression grew tense.

Despite his sharp vision, he had missed Dustin's movements and only caught fleeting afterimages. The speed was nothing short of terrifying.

Warrick finally understood why Dustin had dared to fight alone. He must have something supporting him. With footwork and speed like that, even if he couldn't win, escaping would be effortless.

In other words, he had already put himself in an unassailable position. Even if Warrick stepped in, there was no guarantee he could catch him unless he found a way to trap him or slow him down.

"Where are you swinging at? I'm over here, "Dustin said.

Dustin appeared behind Mulder and tapped his shoulder. He spoke with an almost playful air, like a cat toying with a mouse.

"Go to hell!" Mulder roared.

Consumed by rage, he immediately swung his sword in a counterattack-faster, fiercer, and more violent. It was like a bolt of black lightning, unstoppable in its speed.

Dustin's figure vanished in the blink of an eye. When he reappeared, he was already 16 feet away.

"I'll kill you... I'll make you regret this!" Mulder bellowed.

His eyes burned with rage as he swung his sword in a frenzy. He was like a wild beast and lost his senses.

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Mulder's strikes were chaotic-no technique, no finesse, just raw power.

But each slash was delivered with such speed that it felt as though he intended to rip everything apart. Within moments, the area within 32 feet was filled with flashing swords that sliced through the air in every direction.

Wherever the swords passed, the air seemed to be cut open with a sharp hiss.

An impenetrableof death fell upon Dustin with overwhelming m force. It was a blind an out attack. No blinda-out matter how fast or skilled he was, there was no escaping this 360-degree attack. "Such lightning-fast strikes. The force behind those attacks is incredible." Warrick's shock turned to excitement.

Although Mulder relied on sheer strength, he had unknowingly discovered the way to counterattack.

Dustin's speed and agility made it hard for standard attacks to hit him. So, Mulder adapted and launched an al-out-assault from every direction, leaving no escape. He turned the area within 30 feet into a deadly trap.

No matter how skilled Dustin was, if he got caught in this, he would be shredded to pieces. This was pure force overwhelming all technique.

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Chapter 2608

"This is interesting." Dustin smirked as the dense barrage of swords cslashing down at him. In the blink of an eye, his figure dissolved into a wisp of smoke and vanished.

A storm of sword shadows carrying the force that could split rivers and overturn seas crashed down on the fishing boat where he had just been standing. The entire vessel broke apart in an instant ssinking into the depths while others drifted across the water.

"What? He dodged it?" Warrick's eyes flickered with surprise.

Mulder's attack just now had been a 360-degree attack. Once caught in its range, there was no chance to dodge- only the option to endure. He couldn't understand how Dustin had managed to avoid it.

Did he just teleport? "Hiding like a coward? What kind of warrior are you? Cfightface-to-face." Frustrated after his attack missed again, Mulder grew desperate. His enhanced serum would only last for 15 minutes. If this dragged on, he'd collapse from exhaustion before Dustin even touched him.

Mulder needed to end the fight quickly.

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But Dustin's movements were too unpredictable. No matter how Mulder attacked, he couldn't land a hit. Once the serum wore off, the consequences would be severe.

"You're looking for a fight, huh? Fine. I'll give you a chance to learn what it means to overestimate yourself." Dustin reappeared before Mulder. He raised a finger, signaling for him to cat him.

"Such courage. Let's see if you can take this." Mulder took a deep breath and quickly gathered his strength.

He knew this was his only chance. If this strike didn't end the fight and Dustin somehow escaped, capturing him again would be difficult. So, Mulder had to put everything into this final move.

As he focused his energy, his form grew larger. Dark auras swirled around him, accompanied by the rumble of thunder and the howling of the wind.

"Raging Tempest!" Mulder roared.

He leaped into the air and spun rapidly like a top. The sword in his hand moved with his rotation, cutting through the air at lightning speed. A visible vortex of wind coiled around the sword and swirled as he spun.

He suddenly stopped midair and unleashed his sword with a devastating downward slash. At that instant, the ground rumbled, the sea trembled, and the fishing boats rocked violently.

The sword aura over thirty feet long descended with crushing force, aiming straight for Dustin. Before it even fully landed, the air was filled with flying sand and shifting rocks, and the sea parted as the force pushed it aside.

Dustin watched the fierce sword aura coming at him without flinching. He remained motionless until the very last moment, when he raised his hand.

"Go to hell!" Seeing this, Mulder sneered.

His internal grandmaster-level energy surged to its peak, pouring everything into the strike. The sword aura intensified, growing even more ferocious.

The devastating slash struck Dustin head-on.

A violent shockwave erupted, blasting outward from the point of impact. Dust and debris filled the air, boats tipped over, and the sea itself churned, waves rising like towering walls.

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As the dust settled, Warrick's expression changed tically. He was stunned to, see that Mulder's full- strength killing blow had been caught by Dustin with his fingers. The deadly sword aura that should have cleaved him apart hadn't even ruffled his hair.

"This... This is impossible!" Warrick's eyes widened in disbelief.

The force of that strike was so powerful that even he wouldn't dare face it head-on, but Dustin had stopped it with just two fingers. 1 What kind of monster was Dustin? At that moment, it wasn't just Warrick who was surprised. Mulder, who had delivered the strike, was also shaken. 1 He had thrown everything into that strike and was convinced that even if it didn't kill Dustin outright, it would at least leave him severely wounded.

But the outcwas beyond belief. His strongest attack, enhanced by the serum, was caught so effortlessly by Dustin, without even grazing him.

It was completely unfathomable.

Dustin flicked his finger and sent a powerful shockwave that knocked Mulder back several yards. He landed hard on his butt, and the sword in his hand snapped in two. "You... I..."

Mulder sat there, drenched in sweat, and his face was deathly pale. He parted his lips to speak, but no words cout. He knew he had been thoroughly defeated. Dustin's strength surpassed anything he had ever imagined. They weren't even in the sleague.

It didn't matter how many enhanced serums Mulder took or how many techniques he unleashed-nothing he did could so much as scratch Dustin.

Mulder's earlier bravado now felt like a joke. At that moment, he finally understood why the castle had only sent Dustin to deal with them. With his strength, taking them down was a simple task.

Chapter 2609

Mulder's body trembled, and he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. His energy drained, and his entire being seemed to collapse.

Dustin's finger flick had not only shattered his sword but also injured his internal organs. With the effects of the enhanced serum wearing off, Mulder was now back to his original state and completely spent.

His once-powerful frnow shrank like a punctured balloon. He looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Mulder could no longer fight. Even standing up was a challenge.

“He's finished,” Dustin said coolly, then looked at Warrick. “Now it's your turn.” "Hmm?" Warrick frowned, and his expression turned serious.

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Dustin's display of strength earlier had made him feel a sense of crisis. If they fought head-on, there was no telling who would cout on top.

But Warrick was just one step away from escaping West Lucozia, bound for Artea and a life of freedom and luxury. He had no intention of risking his life in battle unless he absolutely had to.

Desperation could drive a man to fight with everything he had, but the moment survival seemed possible, hesitation crept in.

"Young man, there's no grudge between us. We don't have to fight since neither of us stands to gain. I say we talk this through -it'll be better for both of us." Warrick narrowed his eyes.

"Oh?" Dustin smirked. "And what exactly do you want to talk about?" "Let's be honest-you're just doing this for money. And I happen to have more money than I know what to do with." Warrick's tone turned persuasive.

He continued, "If you walk away now, I'll tell you where my treasure is hidden. There's enough gold and jewels in there to last you a lifetime." "Sounds tempting, but how do I know you're not lying?" Dustin raised an eyebrow.

"I'm a man of my word. My reputation in West Lucozia speaks for itself. Why would I need to lie?" Warrick said earnestly.

He went on, "Besides, I'm leaving West Lucozia for good and never coming back. I've got no use for all that gold and silver might as well give it to you as a favor. What do you think?" "Letthink about it..." Dustin stroked his chin, feigning deep thought.

Seeing this, Warrick felt a spark of hope and continued to persuade, "Chances like this don't coften. This is your shot at instant wealth. With that treasure, you could live a life of luxury anywhere. You don't need to risk your life working for others anymore." "You make a good point." Dustin nodded. " So, where's the treasure?" "We have a deal?" Warrick's eyes lit up.

"Of course. Only a fool would say no to that, "Dustin replied without hesitation.

"Good! You really are a smart one!" Warrick finally smiled, then pulled a parchment from his coat and tossed it toward Dustin. "This is a treasure map I drew myself. With it, you'll have no trouble finding the treasure." Dustin unfolded the parchment. Sure enough, it was a treasure map. The location was marked in detail-hidden within Vastreach Peak in West Lucozia.

"Wise choice in hiding the treasure in the mountains." Dustin tucked the parchment away.

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Those treasures had been stolen from the people. Now, they were all his to take back.

"No choice. Just playing it safe." Warrick chuckled..

Someone in his position knew better than to put everything in one place. While he had valuables hidden at home, most of his wealth was buried in Vastreach Peak. This was his reserve and his means of making a comeback. Once things settled down, he planned to retrieve it bit by bit.

But now, for his safety, he had no choice but to give it up. Compared to his life, money was just money. If he stayed alive, he could always make more. "Okay. Since you've been so generous, I'll give you a chance... to surrender," Dustin said with a smile.

"Huh?" Warrick frowned. "Young man, didn't you agree earlier? I give you the map, and you let us leave. Are you going back on your word?" "Agree? When did I say that? Why don't I remember it?" Dustin spread his hands innocently.

"Punk! Don't push me!" Warrick's face hardened. "I gave you the treasure map not out of fear but because i N.

don't want unnecessary trouble. If you keep pushing, don't expectto hold back." He had already shown enough sincerity, but he didn't expect Dustin to be so ungrateful. If pushed too far, he wouldn't mind going down with Dustin.

Chapter 2610

"So what if I am? And what if I push even further?" Dustin's smile slowly faded. "If you don't like it, do something about it." There was no reasoning with tyrants like Warrick.

"Punk, are you really willing to risk your life against me? Have you ever considered what happens if you lose?" Warrick's face turned grim as a wave of killing intent spread from him.

He had already taken a step back to avoid unnecessary trouble. If Dustin refused to back down, there was no choice but to fight.

"Cut the crap. You wanna fight, fight." Dustin didn't bother with more words.

With a flick of his wrist, a silver needle shot out and aimed toward Warrick's forehead-silent, unassuming, but deadly.

"Hmm?" Warrick's brow furrowed as he instinctively raised his arm. Sparks flew as the needle deflected off his arm and buried into the ground.

"Oh? You've mastered the Adamantine Body Technique?" Dustin narrowed his eyes.

At that instant, he saw through Warrick's technique. Not only was he halfway to becoming an ultimate grandmaster, but his physical strength was on another level.

Dustin's probing attack earlier hadn't even scratched Warrick.

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Then again, it made sense that a man who had survived countless battles and climbed to such a high rank wouldn't be weak.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have escaped from the castle a few days ago, even after being drugged with Tranqurin. "Damn you, bastard! I was going to spare you, but since you don't know what's good for you, go to hell.” Warrick's expression twisted with fury as he unsheathed his sword.

With a push of his foot, he launched forward like a cannonball toward Dustin, "Such speed." Mulder, who was slumped on the ground nearby, couldn't hide his shock.

Warrick's speed was beyond his comprehension-so fast that his eyes couldn't keep up. All he could see was a blur of motion.

A first-ranking general of Warrick's caliber wasn't just sordinary soldier.

"Take this!" Warrick roared and lunged forward.

His sword flashed through the air in a blur as he brought it down toward Dustin's head. The attack looked simple, but the force behind it was deadly. The sheer force warped the air as if even the night itself was being ripped apart.

Just as the sword was about to land, Dustin didn't meet it head-on. Instead, he slightly turned his body to the side and nimbly dodged the strike.

Warrick missed, but he didn't pause. In one fluid motion, he followed up with a swift horizontal slash aimed at Dustin's waist. This time, the attack ceven faster, which showcased his battle-hardened experience.

Dustin tapped his foot against the ground and swiftly retreated. He barely dodged the second strike. "You think you can keep dodging?" Warrick sneered, eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

He swung his sword and launched the attack without pause. Every strike carried crushing power, and his speed and precision made it nearly impossible to defend against.

Dustin was forced into constant retreat, weaving and dodging as the attacks crelentlessly.

"So, this is Sir Prescott's strength. He is so impressive," Mulder muttered.

His expression grew grim as he focused on the fight. Even with his trained eyes, he couldn't track their movements. He could only see the flurry of sword flashes as Warrick continued his onslaught.

A true expert needed only one move to reveal their skill.

When Mulder fought Dustin earlier, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't gain the upper hand. It had been a one-sided struggle.

But Warrick was different. With overwhelming strength and years on the battlefield, he dominated the fight the moment he struck. His attacks were like a raging storm-unstoppable, inescapable.

If Mulder had been in Dustin's place, he doubted he'd last more than three moves.

If he wasn't mistaken, Warrick had already stepped into the realm of an early-stage ultimate grandmaster.

No wonder the Hall of Gods had gone to such lengths to rescue him. A warrior of his caliber was a priceless asset.

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"You were talking big just a moment ago, punk. What happened? Why are you just dodging? Con, fight me," Warrick challenged.

He fought with mounting ferocity. His sword swung faster and faster as his momentum surged The streaks of his sword slashed through the night. They plunged into the sea and stirred up massive waves. "Dammit! If you'd stepped in earlier, I wouldn't be in this state," Mulder cursed under his breath as he watched Warrick take control of the fight.

He'd wasted a priceless enhanced serum and nearly gotten himself killed fighting Dustix All of this could've been avoided. If Warrick had stepped in earlier, Mulder could have defeated Dustin unharmed. Even if they won now, Mulder had already suffered severe injuries. He couldn't help but feel sresentment toward Warrick.

"Tto end this, punk!" Warrick said.

His relentless pursuit forced Dustin to the very edge of the dock. One more step, and Dustin would fall into the sea.

With no way left to retreat, Dustin was trapped, and Warrick unleashed his deadly strike.

Leaping high into the air, his sword flared with light, extending into an massive sword aura nearly 30 feet long. He brought it down on Dustin with thunderous power. The strike fell like a mountain, unstoppable and filled with overwhelming force.